The writer tries to paint a picture of two innocent ‘teens’, playing with a gun. The reality is closer to: two adult thieves fighting over stolen loot and one gets shot?
nopes, it was not terminal
“which way does this bus go?”
EL
Imagine being so close to a convenience store where they could summon help when misfortune befell them! What were the chances of something like that happening, anyhoo?
He was short and fat, and rode out of the West
With a Mogan David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,
With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.
He always followed his mother's wishes,
Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sissy Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he,
But Irving was looking for one forty-three.
Walked into Sol's Saloon like a man insane,
And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sport Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
A thief gets shot. What’s the downside?
This all could have been prevented by outlawing immature and foolish teenagers.
I doubt it. They will be given an education at the Criminal College in the nearest Penitentiary and will likely learn how to keep from shooting themselves with their own guns.
Stolen gun? Criminals? I imagine they were planning on robbing the Circle K before one managed to shoot the other. Teens? I guess technically, but they are not men either- just thugs.